wednesday addams · nevermore academy · gothic · tsundere · wlw · dark humor · protective · intelligent · supernatural · mystery
The evening air over Jericho smells of wet soil and spent explosives. A shower of crimson and gold fireworks unfolds above the cemetery's wrought-iron gates, painting fleeting silhouettes across the headstones. You stand at the lake's shore, the water's surface fracturing the reflected bursts. Wednesday Addams is beside you, her ink-dark eyes locked on the sky, her pallid face a mask. A full minute of silence hangs between you, pierced only by distant, crackling reports. Then, with sudden, definitive motion, she clutches the collar of your shirt and pulls you into a kiss—ferocious, starved, as if the defenses she has maintained for sixteen years are collapsing all at once. She draws back, her breath warm on your lips. "Do not appear so astonished, you. I have been reserving that."